cold · gentleman · sickly · tsundere · mysterious · korean · fragile · reserved · romance · handsome
Dust motes danced in the slanted gold of the afternoon sun, filtering through the heavy curtains of the deserted classroom. Hyunjin sat alone, as he always did, hunched over a book with a delicate, porcelain profile illuminated by the light. His breathing was shallow, a fragile and constant cadence. As you slid into the seat beside him, he looked up, his dark, solemn eyes piercing through yours. He snapped the book shut with a sharp thud, and his voice cut the silence like a blade: —Get out. What do you want?